The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 223 Let the storm come even harder!

Xie Xun used his full strength to unleash the Lion's Roar Technique, which blew away the rain of arrows, drove back the warriors who were charging at him, and killed and knocked over dozens of Yuan soldiers and horses.

The power is so strong that it is earth-shattering and horrifying.

In terms of the power of group attack, there are few martial arts in the world that can compare with the Lion's Roar.

A large number of soldiers and horses in the front fell down, and the war horses in the rear were blocked and frightened. They stood up one after another, neighing to the sky. The Yuan army, which was already dizzy from the shock on horseback, fell down in a large number.

This tentative charge came to an end and collapsed midway.

The moment the roar stopped, the entire mountain pass fell silent.

Looking at the horrifying scene before them, not only did no one speak, but even the fallen war horses closed their mouths in fear, not daring to make a sound.

The checkpoint gate.
The big bronze bell fell back to the ground with a "dong". The man in golden armor supported it with one hand and stood there, motionless.

The white flame-shaped lion head surrounding his body turned into wisps of wind, constantly floating in the air.

Feeling that Xie Xun's true energy was quickly dissipating and his life force was also rapidly fading away, Xu Xingchen suddenly appeared beside him.

Xie Xun turned his head slightly, glanced at Xu Xingchen from behind the mask, and said in a low voice with a hint of carefreeness: "Master, I'm going first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed completely, and his eyelids gently drooped and closed.

".Alas! Go away, go away."

Xu Xingchen let out an inexplicable sigh, raised his hands, and two streams of true energy, one black and one white, emerged and transformed into two streams of wisdom tails that circled around Xie Xun's waist.

Xie Xun's body seemed to have lost weight, his feet left the ground and floated sideways.

The other hand was placed on the big bronze bell, and another magnetic field ring spread out and circled around it; then the arm flipped over and lifted it up.

Xu Xingchen spread his arms, palms facing upward, one hand holding Xie Xun's body, the other holding a heavy bronze bell weighing hundreds of pounds, and slowly walked back to the checkpoint.

Wherever he went, people retreated to the sides, leaving a passage.

Some people from the six major sects and eighteen gangs, such as Tang Wenliang, who had grudges against Xie Xun, swallowed all the questions they wanted to ask when they saw this scene.

They still had doubts and reluctance in their hearts, but when the Golden Lion King "might" die "again", and everyone in the Ming Cult was in solemn silence, they could only suppress their doubts and reluctance.

People who are open-minded console themselves with this sentence: "Even if he is really the Golden Lion King Xie Xun, he really died in front of us this time. The dead are the greatest, and it is over once and for all."

People who can't get over the problem are secretly resentful in their hearts, but they can do nothing about it.

Xu Xingchen took Xie Xun's body and the big bronze bell and walked into a house not far away.

With a wave of his left hand, the magnetic field ring on Xie Xun's body placed him in a cross-legged sitting position. Then with a flip of his right hand, the large bronze bell somersaulted down and enveloped him.

"Thank you, uncle. Have a safe journey!"

Xu Xingchen bowed, turned and left the room.

He slammed the door shut and looked around, only to see people from the six major sects and eighteen gangs standing up one after another. The checkpoint was crowded with people and the atmosphere was heavy.

"Very good, the toxins in the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder have been eliminated. It's time for the decisive battle to begin!"

While he was thinking, two black and white lights like swimming fish emerged from his body and surrounded Xu Xingchen. He took a step forward and his body suddenly floated up into the air.

As he took his second step in the air, two more black and white lights emerged, forming a second magnetic ring, which prompted his body to continue climbing.

Surrounded by two magnetic rings, Xu Xingchen's feet were three feet off the ground, suspended in the air, floating forward. The scene was as magical as a miracle.

Originally, his body could only float one foot above the ground. After the second magnetic ring was created, his body was lifted to a height of three feet above the ground.

Even the members of the Ming Cult, who had seen this many times, still felt their hearts wavering and inexplicably excited when they saw their leader floating in the air.

The six major sects and eighteen gangs, who had only heard that the leader of the Ming Cult possessed such miraculous martial arts, were in an uproar, and many people had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"This, how is this possible?"

"When a person's Qinggong is practiced to the extreme, at most he can walk on the waves or step on the snow without leaving any traces. I have never heard of anyone being able to suspend his body in mid-air." "It is simply unbelievable. I wonder what kind of exquisite and unique martial arts the leader of the Ming Cult has practiced to have such a miraculous ability."

Everyone was talking about it, and even the major gang leaders showed surprised expressions.

Nun Miejue looked at the white figure floating in the air and felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. She felt that the Nine Yin Scriptures she had practiced didn't seem so effective anymore.

However, whether it was Master Miejue, the senior monks of Shaolin Temple, or the Six Heroes of Wudang Sect, they all knew one thing clearly.

The martial arts practiced by the leader of the Ming Cult is definitely not the Nine Yang Divine Art. However, its magical and mysterious aspects are probably no less than those of the Nine Yang Divine Art.
Xu Xingchen flew to the middle of the two camps, and swept his eyes over the Central Plains martial artists who had all stood up, and said loudly: "My fellow martial artists, the Yuan Dynasty army is invading outside. How about you and I put aside our past grudges for the time being and join forces to fight the enemy?"

“Amitabha!” Shaolin Temple’s abbot Kongwen was the first to come out with his Zen staff and express his stance: “Shaolin Temple is willing to join forces with the Ming Cult to fight against the Yuan Dynasty army!”

Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang Sect was the second to stand up and said loudly: "The Yuan Dynasty is our common enemy. The Wudang Sect agrees to join forces."

Nun Miejue snorted coldly and said calmly: "Expelling the Tartars is the wish of our Emei Patriarch!"

The two elders from Huashan also jumped out and shouted, "We Huashan Sect members are not cowards. If you want to fight, then fight. No one is afraid of anyone!"

Tang Wenliang, the representative of the Five Elders of Kongtong, said in a deep voice: "There is no one in my Kongtong sect who is afraid of death!"

He Taichong of Kunlun Sect was pushed by his wife Ban Shuxian and said, "My Kunlun Sect is also willing to help!"

Afterwards, the gang leaders and presidents of the eighteen gangs also expressed their willingness to have a good fight with the Yuan Dynasty army outside.

Xu Xingchen looked at the people whose fighting spirit was gradually aroused, tilted his head to look behind him, and asked loudly: "As a disciple of the Ming Cult, what should I do?"

The shouts of the Ming Cult members rose to the sky, in unison: "We are willing to follow our leader and fight the Yuan army to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Three shouts of "fight to the death" were as deafening as the roar of mountains and the sea, and they lingered on the mountain path for a long time.

This magnificent scene, in the eyes of the martial artists in the Central Plains, made many people feel nervous, and they felt that with the leader, the Ming Cult seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation, becoming stronger, more united, and more cohesive.
The two sides put aside their past grudges, formed a united front, and took the initiative to walk out of the checkpoints, out of the mountain roads, and out to the Gobi Desert.

There
The Yuan Dynasty army was lined up in an orderly manner, ready for battle.

Strong cavalrymen stood around, each with a scimitar on his waist and a bow and arrow on his shoulder. Their bloodshot eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, like murderous beasts, ready to pounce and start a bloody massacre at any time.

In the center of the cavalry stood thousands of warriors, with strong bodies, calm auras, and gleaming lights in their eyes.

Among them, there were thousands of red-robed foreign monks lined up in neat rows, blond-haired and blue-eyed monks wearing white cloaks and hoods, and martial artists from the Central Plains dressed in various martial arts uniforms.
The aura emanating from these people gathered together and turned into an invisible yet tangible smoke wave that rolled straight into the sky.

Dozens of feet away from the Yuan Dynasty army were the Ming Cult members, the six major sects, and the eighteen gangs who had just walked out of the mountain path.

The six major sects: Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Huashan, Kongtong and Kunlun. The disciples of these sects stood behind their respective leaders, each with a solemn expression, long breaths, and flickering gleams in their eyes. They were all the elite of the sect.

Although the eighteen gangs are numerous and powerful, their top masters are no match for the six major sects, so they can only stick together for warmth. The momentum they create when they gather together is quite decent.

Mingjiao Camp
Surrounded by two magnetic rings, Xu Xingchen was flying three feet in the air. He was dressed in white as white as snow and had an immortal aura. He was the focus of everyone's attention on the entire battlefield.

With a celebrity like him who only shines in front of people like a light bulb, it is easy for people to overlook the three thousand white-robed followers, seventy-two masters, and the three Dharma Kings behind him.

On the left side of Xu Xingchen's team, there stood five large flags in red, white, yellow, green and black. The flag bearers of the five elements were dressed in five-colored uniforms and arranged in neat rows. The flag bearers of the five elements stood at the front of the team.

On the right were the members of the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder. They were also holding their battle flags high, wearing uniform clothing, and standing solemnly. The leaders of the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder stood in the front row.
There were tens of thousands of soldiers and horses on both sides, among whom were many experts and skilled warriors. It could be said that they had gathered most of the elite warriors from the entire Central Plains martial arts world and even the temples of the Western Regions.

This is destined to be a shocking decisive battle!
This is destined to be a heroic battle that will go down in history!

This is destined to be a brutal battle with rivers of blood and corpses everywhere!

As the confrontation between the two sides lasted longer, the pressure on everyone became heavier; the heavier the pressure on their hearts, the faster the Qi in their bodies circulated; the faster the Qi circulated, the more obvious their aura became.
And when the momentum rising from all people gathered together, it turned into invisible but tangible billowing smoke that rose up into the sky.

For a moment, the Gobi Desert was cold and gloomy, and the wild winds that were blowing wildly between heaven and earth seemed to have become quiet.

In this almost suffocating confrontation, the pressure in everyone's heart became heavier.

I don't know who was the first to be unable to bear this terrible pressure and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

Thus, it became the fuse of this decisive battle!

(End of this chapter)